<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905540700536604434</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:40:37.219-07:00</updated><category term='mommy&apos;s thought'/><category term='birth'/><category term='current affairs'/><category term='special'/><category term='development'/><title type='text'>Daddy's Little Princess</title><subtitle type='html'>And now you’re growing up 
your life’s a miracle

Every time I look at you, I stand in awe….


You are A Masterpiece-Sandy Patti</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lidia Sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14056488556394155856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905540700536604434.post-8013162570353092296</id><published>2010-03-02T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:53:23.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development'/><title type='text'>I am a Big Girl Now</title><content type='html'>Hellowww every one...sorry for not being in touch with you my beloved readers. Mom was so busy with my lil brother, Jordan. Now that he is almost 18month old, mom is ready to share stories with you again, and I guess this time I will share this space with my bro's stories too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time passed by so quickly and I am already 2y and 11mo old now. I am proudly announcing that I am off of my diaper, been awhile though, mom started to train me when I was not even 2y old. Sometimes I still need it during traveling and sleeping time, in case accident happened, mom said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24516409@N08/4121388978/" title="Singing by lidia sianturi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2648/4121388978_b64375b4b7.jpg" alt="Singing" height="500" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that I love singing and dancing more than swimming. Speaking about swimming, at first I was afraid of being in water, but then Daddy brought me to the pool often and I started to get use to it, especially since I have Jordan to accompany me now. It's fun being in the pool splashing water, but I rather having fun singing and dancing with Ompung Doli. He taught me how to sing some Indonesian songs whilst playing guitar. I guess Jordan enjoys it too, I saw him made movements when I was singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24516409@N08/3903376998/" title="IMG_5447 by lidia sianturi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2584/3903376998_036cc7a9c3.jpg" alt="IMG_5447" height="500" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love to read, I mean..I love to listen when mommy reading books for me. Daddy bought us some good books to learn how to read and understand the stories. Mom is always impressed how I learn new words so quickly. As you may know, we use Indonesian language at home, but I pick a lot of English words from television and I speak English quite well mommy said. So many times, mommy's surprised with my ability in expressing my feeling and stuff in English. One day when daddy just got home, I told him: "good to see you daddy"...and mommy was laughing so hard. I did not know what I did wrong and what's so funny with that. Like the other day, om Martin was laughing hard too when we were just about to leave from his house and I said,"It's so much fun guys..". Oh..well, I guess it is just the way adult people expressing themselves, they just love to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy always say that I should share with Jordan. I do not really want to share, but I should learn how to, to make Jordan happy..I do not want him to be sad or crying every time I want to keep mine (toys, foods) for myself. It is so hard, but I am sure I can do it with mom and dad always reminding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24516409@N08/4292416810/" title="Sibling Kiss2 by lidia sianturi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2746/4292416810_e2b725b49f.jpg" alt="Sibling Kiss2" height="500" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Dora and Princesses. I own a lot of stuff with their character. I also love to watch Mickey Mouse Club House, Max and Ruby, Tooby Binyoo, Angelina Ballerina, Imagination Movers and Ni Hao Kailan. Mom have some of the episodes recorded in our PVR, so that I can watch it every time I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24516409@N08/4289516289/" title="Princess Bianca by lidia sianturi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4289516289_6c7f2627de.jpg" alt="Princess Bianca" height="500" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about foods, I still love cheese as always. I love pastas, especially cheese tortellini. In the morning mostly I have 2 sunny side up eggs done without oil, but I only take the white one and I get mom to eat the yolks. Some other time I have cherrios with no milk. I also love shrimps and smoked salmon. Mom is not happy if I only eat the shrimp and left the rice on my plate. Recently I love chicken and tofu cooked with soy sauce, oyster sauce or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taoco&lt;/span&gt;-fermented soy beans. For veggies, I go for corn, broccoli, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kailan&lt;/span&gt; and green harricot beans. They are so yummy. Jordan does not like eggs, he loves tofu instead. Both of us love mom's fried rice and yellow rice too.&lt;br /&gt;Weird that Jordan does not like popcorn...I love the cheesy ones. For dessert I go for mommy's steamed cupcakes and ganache covered cake. I can have them more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24516409@N08/4401675205/" title="IMG_6445 by lidia sianturi, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2717/4401675205_27579e29a8.jpg" alt="IMG_6445" height="500" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I really like to sit at rear in a car, all by myself. I think it's all because I am a big girl now and I need enough space all for my own. I also want to do everything on my own. Sometimes mommy is not happy with it, especially if it gets something to do with kitchen appliances, like microwave. I think I know how to work with it, but mommy always says she will help me to do it. Once I did it all by myself and I made a big mess..mommy was so sad. I am sorry mommy...I just need to show you that I am big enough to do anything on my own...I am a big girl now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905540700536604434-8013162570353092296?l=biancasianturi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/feeds/8013162570353092296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905540700536604434&amp;postID=8013162570353092296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/8013162570353092296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/8013162570353092296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-big-girl-now.html' title='I am a Big Girl Now'/><author><name>Lidia Sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14056488556394155856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2648/4121388978_b64375b4b7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905540700536604434.post-7338864838575140448</id><published>2008-04-28T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:50:46.531-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>Yippie I am 1y Old Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/2402752639_928aa36845_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/2402752639_928aa36845_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has been procrastinating of posting this update. Today she urged herself to do it. My birthday is on April 5, but the celebration was on the next day together with my dad's birthday celebration, since my dad's is April 2. On that day, mom dressed me up with pink Chinese-look outfit given by Ompung Boru. Thank you Ompung..every body likes the dress and gave me compliments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3106/2402752835_92da4b8f99_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3106/2402752835_92da4b8f99_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom also ordered a birthday cake for us. At first she thought of ordering a "Winnie-the Pooh" sponge cake, but then since it was not only for me, Mom changed her mind and at the end she ordered a black forest cake. Seems like every body loves black forest, Dad especially..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2123/2402752965_df7988f2d1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2123/2402752965_df7988f2d1_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebration was simple as Mom wanted to be. It was not announced at the church beforehand, we just casually invited people to come down stair to join the fellowship as usual, as if nothing special. On that day not many people attended the service, so the foods which were served were plenty for them, Mom was happy for that...so that people may have some for doggie-bagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2130/2403581926_972128747f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2130/2403581926_972128747f_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate first and then it came the time when we lit up the candle...(sorry Daddy no candle for you..it was only for me..the number 1 candle!). I was so excited when people sang "Happy Birthday" song..clapping my hands full of excitement. Then Dad helped me to blow the candle. I did not understand why we have to lit up the candle for a minute or two and then blow it...??? Someday I guess I will know why we do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3011/2450239600_2dbc441c13_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3011/2450239600_2dbc441c13_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture shows some of my friends at Sunday School and the teacher. I call them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kakak&lt;/span&gt;, meaning big sister. I like to play with them and they take a good care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3210/2402752403_6bbc159ee2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3210/2402752403_6bbc159ee2_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2227/2402752513_03ec3f9e6b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2227/2402752513_03ec3f9e6b_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday, Mom did not forget to prepare some goodie bags for Sunday School kids. The above two pictures show us the goodie bags and what's inside it. My friends were so excited to receive and open it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2402753221_2679fc2eff_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2402753221_2679fc2eff_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I received some gifts for my special day too. These are what I got from friends. Thank you all! Right after arriving at home, I played with the new toys I got, without even bother to change my clothes first. I was so happy and curious with the new stuff! I am a big girl now Mommy...I am 1 year old, yippieeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2359/2403582052_f38b7e0d68_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2359/2403582052_f38b7e0d68_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905540700536604434-7338864838575140448?l=biancasianturi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/feeds/7338864838575140448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905540700536604434&amp;postID=7338864838575140448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/7338864838575140448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/7338864838575140448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/2008/04/yippie-i-am-1y-old-now.html' title='Yippie I am 1y Old Now!'/><author><name>Lidia Sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14056488556394155856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905540700536604434.post-1171612974429210344</id><published>2008-04-25T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:00:14.777-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development'/><title type='text'>9Month to 12Month Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/2403851192_26d60c9899_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/2403851192_26d60c9899_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was 9mo old, I was more socialized than ever..I love to be around many friends. My friends mainly come from my church community and mostly they are older than I am, so I call them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kakak"&lt;/span&gt; meaning big sister in Indonesian. The above picture were taken at home during my lunch time I got a visitor coming..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kak&lt;/span&gt; Vanessa and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kak&lt;/span&gt; Bella (not in the picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3129/2403811870_0a343ba0e2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3129/2403811870_0a343ba0e2_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This dress was kept by mommy for more than 6mo since I was born...it was given by auntie Shinta (thank you auntie). The reason why mom kept it for that long is simply there was no occasion which suit for me to wear this beautiful dress, beside it was still too cold to wear short sleeves dress. So one of a beautiful Sunday, mom decided to put it on me..I was 10mo old at that moment...I love to dress up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3242/2402983097_0f03e48d78_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3242/2402983097_0f03e48d78_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since mommy knows that I love to dress up, the following Sunday, again she put on me nice dress with a little sweater. This dress was given by Ompung Bulan (thanks Ompung). Not to forget, mommy also put 2 hair clips to make me feel more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2095/2402983177_7a7a241162_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2095/2402983177_7a7a241162_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was March and as you may know it is quite cold in Canada during this month. So I need to put on my thick hat that cover my ears too to keep me warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/2402983273_4b57af19b4_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/2402983273_4b57af19b4_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The above picture was taken when we paid a visit to Quebec city with Ompung Doli and Ompung Boru. It was a very cold and windy day. I needed to put on my thick cover-all and beanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2284/2402983223_ae5291d055_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2284/2402983223_ae5291d055_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For you to know...I do not really like baby-kids' toys...if someone give a toy for me, I would be excited to play with it just for couple minutes, and after that I am bored with it and start to search for other "toys". What I mean by "toys" can be my dad's electrical stuff, books-magazines, envelopes, pens, cable, microphone, telephone, laptop, computer mouse, key chain, mom's cosmetics, my toiletries..anything but baby-kids' toys.&lt;br /&gt;One of those days, I really gave mommy headache...I was cranky and did not want to be put in my crib to play with dolls...even with the miniature telephone..(mom..I know it's fake...!! It does not sound like the real one). At the end, mom just put a used to be baby wipes box on my head-as a hat...and to her surprised I was so happy!! See mommy..it is easy to make me smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905540700536604434-1171612974429210344?l=biancasianturi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/feeds/1171612974429210344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905540700536604434&amp;postID=1171612974429210344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/1171612974429210344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/1171612974429210344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/2008/04/9month-to-12month-old.html' title='9Month to 12Month Old'/><author><name>Lidia Sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14056488556394155856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905540700536604434.post-2064348124072420737</id><published>2008-02-24T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T23:09:22.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development'/><title type='text'>6Month to 9Month Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8D_h8Zt0tI/AAAAAAAAARM/6n_r359-uBI/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8D_h8Zt0tI/AAAAAAAAARM/6n_r359-uBI/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170413330836083410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank God, I passed the half of my first year and definitely I am staying as happy and cheerful as before and as always. This is 6mo 1w old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EAL8Zt0uI/AAAAAAAAARU/UJHFMVO_n0M/s1600-h/IMG_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EAL8Zt0uI/AAAAAAAAARU/UJHFMVO_n0M/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170414052390589154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was squeezed and grounded, but I stayed smiling and giggling. 6mo 10day old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EA3cZt0vI/AAAAAAAAARc/cR5VrRU7AZo/s1600-h/IMG_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EA3cZt0vI/AAAAAAAAARc/cR5VrRU7AZo/s320/IMG_0335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170414799714898674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was wearing outfit for 12mo old baby, but it fits. I think I am big now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EBjMZt0wI/AAAAAAAAARk/sxHVT5K9k8o/s1600-h/IMG_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EBjMZt0wI/AAAAAAAAARk/sxHVT5K9k8o/s320/IMG_0401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170415551334175490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was an early morning, mommy still had her long hair and sleepy I guess..while I was widely awake. This is 6mo 2w old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EDdcZt0yI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Rp3w3u6vND0/s1600-h/IMG_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EDdcZt0yI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Rp3w3u6vND0/s320/IMG_0559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170417651573183266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a very windy day and it's mommy's birthday. We went for late hotpot lunch in China town with friends from church and on the way home we made a stop at Mont Royal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EEIcZt0zI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lTLl8Jqn46c/s1600-h/IMG_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EEIcZt0zI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lTLl8Jqn46c/s320/IMG_0571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170418390307558194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy cut my front hair..I think I looked cuter..This is 6mo 17day old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EEksZt00I/AAAAAAAAASE/Hti-Z-fw_C0/s1600-h/IMG_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EEksZt00I/AAAAAAAAASE/Hti-Z-fw_C0/s320/IMG_0612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170418875638862658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was Halloween day and Ompung Boru gave me this very cute bunny outfit. Mommy put the outfit on and drew the whiskers. I felt tickles when mommy did the drawing so I cried..I really gave mommy a hard time. I was just 6mo 26day old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EF0cZt01I/AAAAAAAAASM/VIMQ6N6gJ-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EF0cZt01I/AAAAAAAAASM/VIMQ6N6gJ-Q/s320/IMG_0644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170420245733430098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 7mo 10day old me. I was stronger than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EGYMZt03I/AAAAAAAAASc/Y76tbvdk3gI/s1600-h/IMG_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EGYMZt03I/AAAAAAAAASc/Y76tbvdk3gI/s320/IMG_0675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170420859913753458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I was 7mo 18day old and able to stand up on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EHHsZt04I/AAAAAAAAASk/ztgl_N1Ze74/s1600-h/IMG_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EHHsZt04I/AAAAAAAAASk/ztgl_N1Ze74/s320/IMG_0909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170421675957539714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to mommy's friend's wedding and mommy put on her pashmina on me. I was 8mo 10day old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EIQMZt05I/AAAAAAAAASs/_WyjfrDFzU4/s1600-h/compressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EIQMZt05I/AAAAAAAAASs/_WyjfrDFzU4/s320/compressed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170422921498055570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our family picture for Christmas 2007, taken at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EIwcZt06I/AAAAAAAAAS0/6jNqWtqdYRI/s1600-h/IMG_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8EIwcZt06I/AAAAAAAAAS0/6jNqWtqdYRI/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170423475548836770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was the second day of 2008, I was almost 9mo old and just recovered from diarrhea which I got during our Christmas and New Year Holiday in Mississauga. I looked skinny here, but I was happy to play with my new car given by Bou Tia. Thank you Bou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905540700536604434-2064348124072420737?l=biancasianturi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/feeds/2064348124072420737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905540700536604434&amp;postID=2064348124072420737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/2064348124072420737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/2064348124072420737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/2008/02/6month-to-9month-old.html' title='6Month to 9Month Old'/><author><name>Lidia Sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14056488556394155856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8D_h8Zt0tI/AAAAAAAAARM/6n_r359-uBI/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905540700536604434.post-3251408015325246715</id><published>2008-02-24T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:22:39.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development'/><title type='text'>3month to 6month Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2AoQktN2gI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ul_m3aXPZgo/s1600-h/3month1w+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2AoQktN2gI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ul_m3aXPZgo/s320/3month1w+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143155039653452290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got my ears pierced when I was 3mo 1w old. This picture was taken after going to the piercing store. I fell asleep right-away when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2Ao10tN2hI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2ElvK5qxQgc/s1600-h/3month1w+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2Ao10tN2hI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2ElvK5qxQgc/s320/3month1w+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143155679603579410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't you think I am prettier with those stud earrings and Mommy's bandana? Actually I had to wear those studs for 6weeks and Mom had to put some antiseptic twice a day to prevent infection after piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2AqXktN2jI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wN4UojS_7Ho/s1600-h/august+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2AqXktN2jI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wN4UojS_7Ho/s320/august+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143157358935792178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After 6 weeks Mom replaced the stud earrings with these beautiful hoop earrings given by Ompung Erlinda. Thank you Ompung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8D798Zt0pI/AAAAAAAAAQs/HTTAH4iCQ5M/s1600-h/PlageSt-Zotique+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8D798Zt0pI/AAAAAAAAAQs/HTTAH4iCQ5M/s320/PlageSt-Zotique+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170409413825909394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was 4mo 2w old we went for picnic with some friends from church to Plage St-Zotigue. It is a beach, 45minutes away from Montreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2Ap5ktN2iI/AAAAAAAAAJo/RW2s8JxydM4/s1600-h/august+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2Ap5ktN2iI/AAAAAAAAAJo/RW2s8JxydM4/s320/august+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143156843539716642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was 4mo 3w me. I imitated the prayer doll again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8D8tcZt0qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OCG8bJs35Us/s1600-h/sept+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8D8tcZt0qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OCG8bJs35Us/s320/sept+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170410229869695650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5mo old me being held by mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8D9JsZt0rI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/XP3HbrMzzsM/s1600-h/sept+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8D9JsZt0rI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/XP3HbrMzzsM/s320/sept+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170410715201000114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5mo 10day old me, ready for winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8D9vsZt0sI/AAAAAAAAARE/qwJRjwP9j_M/s1600-h/sept+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R8D9vsZt0sI/AAAAAAAAARE/qwJRjwP9j_M/s320/sept+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170411368036029122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5mo 20day old me...yes I am a happy baby..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905540700536604434-3251408015325246715?l=biancasianturi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/feeds/3251408015325246715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905540700536604434&amp;postID=3251408015325246715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/3251408015325246715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/3251408015325246715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/2008/02/3month-to-6month-old.html' title='3month to 6month Old'/><author><name>Lidia Sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14056488556394155856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2AoQktN2gI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ul_m3aXPZgo/s72-c/3month1w+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905540700536604434.post-4754556650760623085</id><published>2008-02-14T23:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T23:12:02.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thought'/><title type='text'>My Ballerina Girl</title><content type='html'>Mom was saying something about me...for her I am her little ballerina girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R7UxXcZt0fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/U9mMKOHwpZE/s1600-h/IMG_1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R7UxXcZt0fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/U9mMKOHwpZE/s320/IMG_1469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167090426308317682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now 10month 9day old. She grew up so fast... I am glad she is mine. I am thankful she is in good condition. I am amazed how quick she learned every thing small and big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R7Uxg8Zt0hI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1OlHnu60aTs/s1600-h/IMG_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R7Uxg8Zt0hI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1OlHnu60aTs/s320/IMG_1491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167090589517074962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my ballerina girl....the joy of my soul. She is big now...and yes she is mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R7UxcMZt0gI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AsVOZvAl36g/s1600-h/IMG_1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R7UxcMZt0gI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AsVOZvAl36g/s320/IMG_1531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167090507912696322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905540700536604434-4754556650760623085?l=biancasianturi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/feeds/4754556650760623085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905540700536604434&amp;postID=4754556650760623085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/4754556650760623085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/4754556650760623085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-ballerina-girl.html' title='My Ballerina Girl'/><author><name>Lidia Sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14056488556394155856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R7UxXcZt0fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/U9mMKOHwpZE/s72-c/IMG_1469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905540700536604434.post-2278223770826713669</id><published>2007-12-12T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:17:04.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current affairs'/><title type='text'>Baby Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2BEJ0tN2rI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NZo7NQSn0Lk/s1600-h/Bianca+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2BEJ0tN2rI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NZo7NQSn0Lk/s320/Bianca+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143185710014913202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 14, 2007 I was dedicated to God at Indonesian Alliance Church of Montreal. Together with 8 other kids from our congregation we were brought into God's presence by our parents. It is a ceremony which presaged our parents responsibility to nurture us in Biblical way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2BEYEtN2sI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0K9RvwJ5ShQ/s1600-h/Bianca+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2BEYEtN2sI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0K9RvwJ5ShQ/s320/Bianca+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143185954828049090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ompung Boru and Ompung Doli came from Mississauga to witness it.  Ompung Boru also bought me a beautiful outfit, a white christening dress, a bonnet and a pair of white knitted shoes too. I was liked an angel on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2BEA0tN2qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LMZEvPEpVLE/s1600-h/Bianca+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2BEA0tN2qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LMZEvPEpVLE/s320/Bianca+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143185555396090530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905540700536604434-2278223770826713669?l=biancasianturi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/feeds/2278223770826713669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905540700536604434&amp;postID=2278223770826713669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/2278223770826713669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/2278223770826713669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/2007/12/baby-dedication.html' title='Baby Dedication'/><author><name>Lidia Sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14056488556394155856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2BEJ0tN2rI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NZo7NQSn0Lk/s72-c/Bianca+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905540700536604434.post-1177210702084615154</id><published>2007-12-08T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T13:25:13.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development'/><title type='text'>1 Month Old to 3 Month Old</title><content type='html'>Mommy said that babies grow fast without the parents realizing. And yes..if you see the pictures here, I had grown so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R1oe80tN2SI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lnfvViVm8Yo/s1600-h/Niagara+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R1oe80tN2SI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lnfvViVm8Yo/s320/Niagara+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141455954886121762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was taken when I was 1mo 10 day old. I started to "blow raspberries" with my saliva. Most people would say that I looked naughty and cheeky here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R1of5UtN2TI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QhrG4i12OZQ/s1600-h/Niagara+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R1of5UtN2TI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QhrG4i12OZQ/s320/Niagara+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141456994268207410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was 1mo 2w old me sitting on my new car seat given by auntie Shinta. Thank you auntie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R1ogv0tN2UI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wfQ_U87TdII/s1600-h/8weeks+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R1ogv0tN2UI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wfQ_U87TdII/s320/8weeks+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141457930571077954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy started to put on hair clips on mine when I was 8w old. I did not mind though..coz I looked prettier with the hair clips..I guess. Moreover people will recognize right away that I am a baby girl.  Mommy could get so irritated when people passed by and said "oh..what a cute baby boy.." or simply "is it a boy?"...come on...I am obviously wearing pink...what the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R1ohlUtN2VI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yKvy9B0ETs8/s1600-h/lucu+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R1ohlUtN2VI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yKvy9B0ETs8/s320/lucu+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141458849694079314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked sitting on my rocking chair and then falling asleep. It was 2mo old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R1oiREtN2WI/AAAAAAAAAII/NxukmPrNfP8/s1600-h/father%27s+day+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R1oiREtN2WI/AAAAAAAAAII/NxukmPrNfP8/s320/father%27s+day+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141459601313356130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mommy held me, I liked to sleep on my tummy. It's very comfortable. Even when mommy was busy in front of the computer, I still did not mind to sleep through..&lt;br /&gt;I was 2mo 2w old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2A_x0tN2oI/AAAAAAAAAKY/guB1ZUwlFX4/s1600-h/Bianca%2BDaddy+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2A_x0tN2oI/AAAAAAAAAKY/guB1ZUwlFX4/s320/Bianca%2BDaddy+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143180899651541634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was summer, Daddy and I felt so hot, so we took off our clothes. Mommy thought that we were cute. I was 2mo 2w old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2A9LUtN2kI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7uUqg65UWHI/s1600-h/onmytummy8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2A9LUtN2kI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7uUqg65UWHI/s320/onmytummy8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143178039203322434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked tummy time and I have been an expert in smiling since I was 2mo 16day old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2BAw0tN2pI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fZ2mEUWP60k/s1600-h/laronde-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2BAw0tN2pI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fZ2mEUWP60k/s320/laronde-edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143181981983300242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy and Daddy took me to La Ronde - recreational park for the first time when I was 2mo 19day. It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2A-UUtN2nI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VRzEe9ntnz8/s1600-h/crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R2A-UUtN2nI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VRzEe9ntnz8/s320/crying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143179293333772914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though I liked to smile a lot, sometimes I did not like to be photographed. This was 2mo 3w me when I was fussy. I was wearing beautiful summer dress given by Ompung Bulan. Thank you Ompung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R1ojGUtN2XI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yomFO7lZpJk/s1600-h/3month1w+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R1ojGUtN2XI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yomFO7lZpJk/s320/3month1w+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141460516141390194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy taught me to cover my nose if something stinky nearby. This was 3month old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R1okLUtN2YI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bjwIR2pz4LA/s1600-h/3month+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R1okLUtN2YI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bjwIR2pz4LA/s320/3month+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141461701552363906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved these two dolls and still do. I always sleep with them around me. Mexxie the turtle and Whity bear. Mexxie was given by auntie Ai Lin, and Whity was from auntie Sari. Thank you aunties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R1okY0tN2ZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lVd2P1cEksQ/s1600-h/3month+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R1okY0tN2ZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lVd2P1cEksQ/s320/3month+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141461933480597906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 3mo old and was a big girl. The baby tub seemed so small..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905540700536604434-1177210702084615154?l=biancasianturi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/feeds/1177210702084615154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905540700536604434&amp;postID=1177210702084615154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/1177210702084615154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/1177210702084615154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-month-old-to-3-months-old.html' title='1 Month Old to 3 Month Old'/><author><name>Lidia Sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14056488556394155856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R1oe80tN2SI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lnfvViVm8Yo/s72-c/Niagara+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905540700536604434.post-1254570997885645</id><published>2007-11-28T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T11:24:58.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development'/><title type='text'>Birth to 1 Month Old</title><content type='html'>Mom is trying to catch up her writing with my development since birth until almost 8mo. Yes, she did not have enough time to write about it before, so now hopefully pictures would talk a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R04Gt-Xhz_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/BmxoWFDAWfg/s1600-h/riteafterbirth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R04Gt-Xhz_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/BmxoWFDAWfg/s320/riteafterbirth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138051611781877746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken by dad, right after birth. I still got some blood on my face. The nurse gave eye-drop right-away to avoid eyes infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R03EceXhz-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/QLDY8worWfk/s1600-h/newborn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R03EceXhz-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/QLDY8worWfk/s320/newborn3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137978743366733794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hat was to keep me warm, since my body temperature was still unstable. I was put in nursery incubator for two times, because my temperature was dropped. Other than that, I was all fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R04H3uXh0AI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HNotyO9-gk8/s1600-h/3days+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R04H3uXh0AI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HNotyO9-gk8/s320/3days+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138052878797230082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is 3 day old me. I liked being held in this position, especially on mommy's chest. I could sleep quietly because of hearing mom's heart beat and feeling the warmth of her body. I felt like I was still inside the womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R04I4OXh0BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/145qQiMayRo/s1600-h/10days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R04I4OXh0BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/145qQiMayRo/s320/10days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138053986898792466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also liked to be held by daddy. This was taken when I was 10day old. Daddy helped mommy taking care of me since the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R04Jr-Xh0CI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hpeeH309U04/s1600-h/2weeks+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R04Jr-Xh0CI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hpeeH309U04/s320/2weeks+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138054875957022754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people said it was liked Anne Geddes picture...it's 2 week old me on daddy's hand. Little me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R040ueXh0DI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7yas8WPtrV4/s1600-h/Bianca+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R040ueXh0DI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7yas8WPtrV4/s320/Bianca+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138102197906690098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked to be wrapped while sleeping. This was one precious moment, I was 15 day old and imitated the angel doll...saying a prayer "Now I lay my down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, may angel guides me through the night, and keeps me with his blessing sight, amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R043cOXh0EI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YyOETTYcGvg/s1600-h/Bianca+003cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R043cOXh0EI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YyOETTYcGvg/s320/Bianca+003cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138105182908960834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 1 month old, so serious watching television with my dad. Do not know whether I understood what I watched or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905540700536604434-1254570997885645?l=biancasianturi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/feeds/1254570997885645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905540700536604434&amp;postID=1254570997885645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/1254570997885645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/1254570997885645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/2007/11/birth-to-1-month-old.html' title='Birth to 1 Month Old'/><author><name>Lidia Sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14056488556394155856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R04Gt-Xhz_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/BmxoWFDAWfg/s72-c/riteafterbirth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905540700536604434.post-2885614996896403395</id><published>2007-11-20T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T21:10:26.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><title type='text'>And It was Snowing..What a Beautiful Spring Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R0uTb-Xhz3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/pgmYQu5k118/s1600-h/beforedelivery2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R0uTb-Xhz3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/pgmYQu5k118/s320/beforedelivery2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137361908753616754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was diagnosed with partial placenta previa at 5 month pregnancy. However, Dr Nguyen did not really pay any attention on it, since mommy did not experience bleeding or other complications. Mommy found out on the internet that some women might have placenta previa during early pregnancy and it would not persist later on. Women with placenta previa on the early pregnancy might be just fine at later pregnancy since the placenta will "move up/migrate" along with the expand of the uterus. On the last visit to Dr Nguyen, mom raised up the issue and the doctor asked her to do an ultrasound again just to make sure that the placenta has reached a good position (farther from cervix) . It was on Friday March 30 '2007, and since the doctor considered it was an emergency case, she wrote a letter to a clinic so that mom would not be waiting too long for an appointment and might be able to do the ultrasound even on the weekend. But mom lost the letter when she did a short visit to a restroom in a mall and she did not realize that she did not have the letter with her, not until she arrived at home. So with a full courage, she rang up the clinic and after arguing with the reception, she got an appointment for Tuesday, April 3 '2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Tuesday, daddy took a day off to take mommy to the clinic to do the ultrasound. The initial aim was to see whether mommy's placenta had moved to the right position and indeed the placenta had migrated up to its position. However, the technician found out that the water has decreased. Therefore, mommy was instructed to go directly to a hospital to get the baby monitored exclusively. Thank God daddy was there, so mommy was not that worried. Then mommy and daddy went to Montreal Jewish General Hospital to get the baby monitored. Mommy was under observation for about 2hours and was 2cm dilated. Seemed like everything was under control, so they let mommy went home.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was at 39th week of pregnancy at that time, and she had not felt any contraction, or maybe she did not know it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R0uV--Xhz4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UwjLmMgQpJ0/s1600-h/prouddaddy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R0uV--Xhz4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UwjLmMgQpJ0/s320/prouddaddy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137364709072293762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, mommy got a call from Dr Nguyen and she told mommy about her decision to induce the labor for early morning the next day-Thursday. The reason was because the following Friday was long weekend, it was Good Friday and Easter weekend. So mommy called daddy at work and told the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, April 5 '2007 at 5.30 am mommy and daddy left to the hospital. It was snowing...can you believe it? It's April already and still snowing. Every thing is white and shiny!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was scheduled to be induced at 6 o'clock, but it did not happen until around 8am for they did a lot of checking. Mommy was still 2cm dilated and got constant contraction since then, but still it was not strong enough so that mommy was still able to smile and joke around with daddy. Around 1 pm, the contraction got stronger and came every 2-3 minutes and mommy was in pain. Mommy was 6cm dilated when the pain was unbearable. Mommy started mumbling and crying out to God. Daddy was praying too. To minimize the pain, mommy asked for the epidural, but the anaesthetists did not come, not until 3pm. When he came, he was so rude to daddy. And his inappropriate manner made mommy got sick of him and had a second thought about canceling the epidural request. Then mommy asked for examination, and they found out that mommy's cervix was completely dilated. No need for epidural then.&lt;br /&gt;Now came the time to push. Mommy said that pushing minimized the pain. Dr Nguyen was called and arrived at around 3.15pm. Daddy and the hospital crews were big support for mommy. After an hour of pushing and struggling (mommy had breathing difficulty), finally I was born at 4.25pm. I was weigh 3.215 kg, 51cm in length and had cranial circumference of 34.5cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R0uWjeXhz5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/c3ZW-8viCH4/s1600-h/proudmommy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R0uWjeXhz5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/c3ZW-8viCH4/s320/proudmommy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137365336137518994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still snowing outside...every thing was white...so as my name Bianca means white, daddy said that it was a perfect spring time view!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mommy and daddy for bringing me into this world and for loving me so much...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for creating and breathing in me so that I may have life in the world You created...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905540700536604434-2885614996896403395?l=biancasianturi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/feeds/2885614996896403395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6905540700536604434&amp;postID=2885614996896403395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/2885614996896403395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905540700536604434/posts/default/2885614996896403395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biancasianturi.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-it-was-snowingwhat-beautiful-spring.html' title='And It was Snowing..What a Beautiful Spring Day'/><author><name>Lidia Sianturi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14056488556394155856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_etxpbj78vHY/R0uTb-Xhz3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/pgmYQu5k118/s72-c/beforedelivery2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
